Katy's Surrender
The phone was ringing as Katy unlocked the door into her house. She had
just returned from a short trip to the mall to pick up a couple of new outfits. A
few days earlier she had finished up her second year at college and had returned
home to spend the summer with her parents. She soon realized her summer
wardrobe was completely inadequate and immediately jumped into the task of
rejuvenating it. Her dad's credit card came in very handy for that.
These last few days had been very enjoyable, Katy decided. Her parents
were very well off and were not expecting her to get a summer job. Instead, she
would be taking a couple of classes at the local college and otherwise having
the summer off. The classes would be to brush up on her French because in the
fall she would be flying to Paris to spend her junior year in France. Katy was
ecstatic when she found out she had been accepted into the exchange program
and had pleaded and begged her father to agree to pay her expenses for the
year. He was at first reluctant to spend so much money for her to go to a
foreign country when, according to him, she could learn French just fine at her
own college. Eventually he consented, but only after she had promised to work
very hard and get very good grades, etc, etc. The usual routine, Katy thought,
and she knew it well. Now she looked forward to a relaxed summer of classes
and getting ready for her year in Europe. Juggling her packages and the door
key, she finally opened the door and ran to the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Katy," the voice on the phone answered. It was a boy but she did
not recognize him. She assumed it was one of her schoolmates also back from
college for the summer. Katy was well accustomed to getting phone calls from
boys.
"Hi. Who's this?"
"This is Josh, Katy. Your friend Beth's brother? Remember me?"
"Oh sure. Hi Josh. You looking for Beth? She's not here. I haven't seen her
today at all." Katy didn't especially like Josh. He was four years younger and,
of course, still in high school. She thought of him as she thought of all high
school boys now, as a pimply-faced, hormone-soaked annoyance. She could
still remember the time back in high school when she and her prom date had
gone to pick up Beth and her date. For the whole time they were in the house
waiting for Beth to get ready, Josh's unblinking eyes had been riveted to Katy's
cleavage. Her prom dress was a little daring but not that much, she thought.
From then on, whenever she thought of Josh, that is what she remembered. She
wanted this phone call to end quickly.
"No. I'm not looking for Beth. I wanted to talk to you."
"Me?? Uh, ok... what's up?"
"Well, I have something I need to show you. Something you will definitely
want to see. I want to come over to your house right now to show it to you."
"Show me what? What are you talking about?" Katy could not imagine
what Josh might have that would be of interest to her. She was getting annoyed.
"It's not something I want to discuss over the phone. Trust me though. You
will be very interested in what I have to show you. Let me come over, give me
two minutes of your time and if you aren't interested, I'll leave. Okay?" Katy
decided that Josh had some sort of fund raising project going on and reluctantly
agreed to let him come over. Beth was her close friend and she didn't want Josh
to tell his sister that she had been rude to him.
"Ok. But only two minutes. I've got a lot of errands to run this afternoon."
"Ok, Katy, I'll be at your door in five minutes. See ya." It was actually less
than five minutes later when Katy saw Josh come up the driveway on his
bicycle. In another minute, Josh was sitting on the living room sofa opening up
his backpack. Out came a small audio cassette player.
"You're selling tapes now Josh?" asked Katy curiously.
"Not exactly. You'll see. Why don't you sit down and I'll show you what I
got." Katy sat in a chair across from the sofa and waited as Josh readied the
cassette. She noticed that he was not as skinny or pimply as she had
remembered. He had grown and filled out in the past year. With more bulk and
less acne he was not quite as geeky looking as he was a year ago when she had
last seen him.
Josh pressed a button on the machine. Katy heard a voice on the tape. It
was her own voice and then Beth's. She felt the blood rush out of her head and
was suddenly very faint as she realized what was happening. Somehow Josh
had made a recording of a conversation between herself and Beth that had
taken place last December when they were both home on Christmas break.
Katy remembered the circumstances clearly. It was in Beth's room. She was
telling Beth, in supreme confidence, about her plans for Spring break. The
taped conversation explicitly described how she planned to acquiesce to her
father's wishes and pretend to go to a Christian retreat in Texas during the
spring break. Instead, however, her plan was to go with a boyfriend and another
couple to Florida and have a fun-filled week of beer drinking, swimming, T-
shirt contests, and whatever else came with it.
The tape was damning. It even recorded her snotty, spoiled-brat laughter at
her father's gullibility. Katy listened in shocked horror as her brain feverishly
thought to find ways out of this predicament. Clearly, Josh was going to be
very difficult. She struggled to figure out a way to deny the validity of the
recording but it seemed hopeless. Josh then hammered nails into her coffin by
pulling out a sheaf of papers. Examining them she recognized them as printouts
of e-mail messages she had sent to Beth from college before and after the
Florida excursion. Many of these contained graphic stories of her experiences.
Katy was barely able to speak.
"How.. how did you, uh, get all this stuff?" She was still too unnerved to
be angry but she could feel that emotion starting to come out.
"The tape was easy.. just stuck a microphone in Beth's room and fished the
wire through to my room. The e-mails I got because I figured out Beth's
password and I can get into telnet to her account at college without her
knowing it. Cool, huh?"
"I can't believe this. You're a little worm, a despicable little ogre. Give me
this and get out of my house."
"You can have it all. I've got lots of copies of the tape and of the e-mails. I
brought these for you to keep." Katy was now red with both rage and
desperation.
"Why are you doing this you little bastard?"
"Be nice, Katy. No need to get upset. This is how it is. Unless you agree to
my demands I will turn all of this stuff over to your father. Now, I know very
well how your father is going to take this. He won't be happy. I would say that
the first thing he'll probably do is cancel your year in France. At the least,
right? Probably he'll do lots more won't he? Like maybe take you out of
college?"
Katy's father was one of the most conservative men in their community of
conservative families. He had been very reluctant to let Katy attend the liberal
arts college instead of the Christian fundamentalist university he had preferred
for her. And Katy knew all too well how this tape would affect her. Her life
would be ruined. She tried to think of a way out this mess but could not. She
wondered what his demands might be. Maybe they weren't too unreasonable.
"What do you want? Money?"
"Nope. Don't need money. It's YOU I want." Shit, she thought. The little
perv wants sex. She had to bargain her way out of this.
"What exactly do you mean by that?"
"Okay. Here are my demands. From this point on you will be my personal
slave. You will obey my every command completely. If you don't agree or if
you don't comply perfectly with my demand I send the package to your folks."
Katy was incredulous.
"You have GOT to be kidding!!!" What followed was a long stream of
invectives and curses aimed at Josh, then at pubescent boys in general, and then
at Josh again.
"Are you done yet?" asked Josh when Katy paused for breath. Her face
was scarlet at this point. "You don't seem to be in a very good mood right now
so I'll leave this stuff with you so you can think about it. But I want you to call
me up tonight at 7:00 to get your first instructions as my new slave. If you don't
call me at exactly 7:00, your father will have copies of this stuff tomorrow
morning." Before Katy could respond, Josh was gone. Katy slumped back into
the chair and stared at the tape and the papers. What could she do? She thought
of calling Beth but then decided against it. She could not risk it. She could tell
that Josh had planned this whole thing well and had probably predicted many
of her possible reactions. She would be foolish to react too hastily. She did not
doubt he was capable of following through with his threat.
Just then she heard the sound of her mother's car coming up the drive.
Quickly she grabbed the tape and the papers and ran up the stairs to her room.
As she went she knew that at 7:00 she would be on the phone with Josh. She
had no choice, at least not yet.
Part 2
Josh stared at the clock next to his bed. It was 6:50pm. Ten minutes to go.
He had instructed Katy to call him at exactly 7:00pm. In spite of all his careful
planning and rehearsal he was still shaking with anticipation. Would she go for
it? Or would she instead turn him in for secretly taping her and Beth and for
stealing Beth's e-mails. It was a huge gamble but the stakes were very much
worth it. If she surrendered to his demands he would have Katy Morgan as his
personal slave. He still could not believe his great good fortune at having this
opportunity fall into his lap. Katy was like a legend in the circle of adolescent
boys in his school. When she was still in high school and he was in junior high,
she was looked upon as the pinnacle of female beauty. A goddess. A super
babe. All of that. And she had become only more attractive now that she was
in college. No, he could not let an opportunity like this slip away. He had to
take the chance. And she had made it so easy. He had enough stuff on her to
blackmail her real good. His only real doubt was how far could he make her go.
Would he have to be satisfied with just seeing her naked? Would she balk if he
tried to touch her? Or was she so afraid of her father that she would literally do
anything he commanded her to do? He had to restrain himself from going too
fast with her until he was sure of her limits. He had gotten this far through
patience and planning and he didn't want to blow it all now by being impulsive.
It was 6:55. If she called now he would have to rebuke her for calling too
early. His stomach was in knots. How had he been able to keep his cool so well
this afternoon at her house? He was amazed at his own boldness. Hopefully he
would be able to keep his nerve.
The phone rang. He jumped to a sitting position and reached for the phone.
He noticed his fingers were shaking and sweaty. His clock said 6:58. Maybe
their clocks were a little off. He'd let it go this time but he made a mental note
of making sure that she synchronized her clock with his.
"Hello?" he said.
"Hey." Damn. It was his buddy Tom. What crappy luck. It was almost
7:00.
"Hey, Tom. Listen, I can't talk right now. Call you right back, ok?"
"Yeah, no problem. What's happening?"
"Nothing. Nothing. Talk to ya later." He hung up. Almost immediately the
phone rang again. This better not be Tom again, Josh thought, or he'd kill him.
The voice on the phone was like that of a goddess. Soft and sweet, but timid.
"Hello," Katy said.
"Hello, Katy."
"We need to talk about this," she said. She sounded calm now but Josh
thought he could sense her uncertainty blended with her anger.
"Yes, we do."
"I mean... I can't be your slave. No way. Something else. Money? What do
you want?"
"Katy. There is no negotiation. You heard my terms. You understand what
will happen if you don't agree. That's all final. It's either a yes or a no now. I'm
getting angry. I gave you plenty of time to think it over and now you want to
argue with me. Is that your answer then? Ok. I'll deliver the stuff to your father
tomorrow. Your mom will get copies as well. Goodbye, Katy."
"NO!! Wait!! Please. Let's talk about this. What exactly would I have to do
as your slave?" Josh knew enough not to be specific at this point. He had to
keep his options open without scaring her off. This was a critical moment.
"Katy, I already told you. You have to do everything I tell you to do
without hesitation."
"Yes, I understand that. But what kinds of things? What are we talking
about here, Josh? Helping you with your homework? Backrubs? Mowing your
lawn?"
"Sure. That sounds pretty good. All of those things maybe. But also
anything else too." Josh was starting to feel in control now and began to enjoy
himself. He realized he was winning. This was going to happen!! Josh could
hear her exasperated sigh.
"Would there be anything sexual involved?" Katy then asked. Okay, Josh
thought, there it was out in the open. Better not be vague here after all. Take the
chance.
"Yes." Silence. Josh waited for the sound of a click and then a dial tone.
He expected that but knew he had to risk it. He waited. The seconds seemed
eternal. Finally she spoke again.
"What do you want me to do?" Josh let out his breath. YES!!! he thought
to himself. He did it. Katy was his slave. His heart beat like crazy as he tried to
compose his thoughts. After all the planning and preparation he had actually
forgotten to decide on a first command for his new slave. He had to say
something immediately or she might sense his uncertainty.
"Get in your car and come pick me up. I'll be in that little park at the end of
my street. Be there in ten minutes. No later." Then he hung up the phone
without waiting to hear her reply. Ten minutes later Josh was sitting in the
passenger seat of Katy's brand new Toyota as they drove away from his
neighborhood.
"Now what? Where are we going?" Katy asked. Josh could sense her
hostility. He still had to be careful not to blow it, not to push her too far too
fast.
"Just drive somewhere no one will see us. Get on the highway." Josh
watched her as she drove, examining his new slave girl. She was gorgeous,
more beautiful than he had remembered. She must be twenty years old now,
Josh thought.
"How old are you, Katy?"
"Twenty," she answered curtly.
"Don't be bitchy with me, slave. I think it's time you learned how to behave
when you're with me. First of all, show respect always. Understand? No bitchy
answers. You answer nice. And always call me master. Got it?
"Yes, master," she replied, trying hard to suppress her annoyance at this
indignity.
"Good. Now, how much do you weigh?"
"115 pounds, master."
"Height?"
"Five feet, seven inches, master."
"Measurements?"
Katy hesitated for a moment before replying, "34B 22 36, master."
"Hmmm. I suppose you'll have to do. A little skinny maybe but curvy."
Katy seethed. Josh smiled to himself. He was sure that was the first time she
had been told her body would "have to do." Not only did she have a perfect,
sexy figure but her face was truly gorgeous. She was currently wearing her
shoulder-length, reddish- brown hair loose and curly. Her eyes were remarkable
too. They weren't exactly light-blue. They were almost gray. Very captivating
eyes.
"Katy, I'm going to ask you a few questions. You have to answer them
honestly." She did not respond, but kept her eyes on the road as he spoke to her.
"UNDERSTAND?" She jumped, surprised.
"Oh. Yes, master. I understand. Sorry."
"Very good. Katy, are you my slave?" She looked over at him and he could
see the look of disgust on her face before she replied.
"Yes, master."
"Excellent. Say it."
"I am your slave, master."
"And you will obey my every command? Say it."
"I will obey your every command, master."
"Are you my property?"
"I am your property, master."
"Okay. You're doing well, slave. Now turn right up here so we can go to
the mall. You have some shopping to do."
Part 3
Josh and Katy went into the mall. For a short ways they walked side by
side without talking but then Josh turned to her and told her to walk a few steps
behind him.
"You are not my equal. You are only a slave girl. Walk behind me," he told
her. Katy happily complied. This way it didn't look so much like they were
together. She followed his lead into a large discount department store. Josh
stopped at the pet supply section. After a brief survey of the selection of dog
collars, he picked one out and handed it to Katy. "Try this on," he told her.
"Are you crazy? In here?" she whispered angrily.
"That was not an appropriate response, slave. You will have to be punished
for that later. You have been warned about bitchy, disrespectful speech. Now.
Put on the collar to see if it fits." Katy stared at him incredulously but then
decided against rebellion. She hastily looked around the store. No one would
likely see her anyway, she thought.
"Yes master," she finally said, as sweetly as she could manage. Then she
put the collar around her neck and fumbled with the buckle.
"Okay. That's fine. Looks like a perfect fit. And I like the style too."
Quickly removing the collar, Katy looked more closely at it. It was the ugliest
thing she could imagine. It reminded her of the collars worn by the big, bad,
mean dogs in the cartoons. It was thick black leather with a metal buckle and
metal pieces stuck all over it. It also had two metal loops on it, one near the
buckle and one on the opposite side. She handed it back to Josh.
"No. You keep it. You have to pay for it. Now pick out a nice leash. And
be quick because we have a lot of shopping to do." Katy looked over the
various leashes. They were all about the same except for the weight and
thickness of the chain. Her fingers went toward the thinnest of the bunch.
"Naah, don't think so. Too flimsy," she heard Josh tell her. Capitulating,
she picked out the longest, heaviest chain on the rack. "Nice one," Josh
remarked. "You're getting the drift now. Okay, you pick out a couple of these
choker leashes too and meet me at the registers. I've got some other stuff to
get." A few minutes later, Katy and Josh left the store with the collar and
leashes as well as several small padlocks and short chains that Josh had brought
to her. Katy had paid for the items with her own money from her allowance.
Josh instructed her to walk ahead of him to a certain expensive women's
clothing store. As they proceeded again through the mall in single file, Josh
delighted in watching her perfect round little butt as it swayed sexily in her
jeans. The girl was beautiful even dressed as she was in a simple T-shirt and
jeans, he thought happily. And she was his. When they got to the store, Katy
followed Josh through the aisles as he searched for the cosmetics department.
"Just buy some lipstick, slave," he told her, "but it has to be the brightest
red they got and it has to be the kind that doesn't come off on clothes." Katy
wondered about this but quickly found a lipstick that met those criteria and paid
for it. She then fell in behind him again as they proceeded to the next store.
"Oh God, no", Katy whispered to herself as Josh walked straight into the
Victoria's Secret store. This was going to be much more difficult, she feared.
As Katy followed Josh around the store she tried hard to make it look like she
was not actually with him while at the same time not making him angry. She
remembered his mention of a punishment for talking back to him and did not
want to add to whatever he had in mind for her. She followed as he walked
deliberately around the store, checking out the mannequins, looking at the
styles of lingerie. She became increasingly nervous as she saw how skimpy
many of the garments were. After a quick tour of the store, Josh finally
returned to one mannequin which was adorned with a very revealing little white
teddy. It had a deep V-neck and was fully open on by sides down to the tie at
the waist. The material was so thin as to be virtually transparent. Katy was
visibly distressed to see his choice. The thought of herself wearing such a thing
made her blush deeply. Josh motioned to her.
"Will this fit you?" he asked.
"NO. It's too big," she replied immediately. Josh gave her a mean look.
"Very bad attitude, slave."
"Sorry, master. Perhaps I can find a smaller one in that style."
"Well, hurry up. It's getting late." Very shortly, Katy found the exact
garment in her size.
"Here it is master. This one will fit me."
"Go try it on to be sure."
"Master, I'm sure it will fit."
"Do I have to repeat a command?"
"No, master. I will go try it on." Katy bit her lip. She was so angry now
she seriously considered killing the little brat or at least calling his damned
bluff. Whenever she felt that way, though, she thought of the tape and the e-
mails and immediately became very submissive. As bad as it was to submit to
Josh it was infinitely better than facing her father's wrath. The store had a small
dressing room area. There were three cubicles set away from the main part of
the store in a little alcove. Katy had to walk past a man who was evidently
waiting for his wife or girlfriend to come out of one of the dressing rooms, as
one of them was occupied. Katy guessed his age at about 40. He had a slight
flecking of gray in his hair and a not-so-slight beer belly. The man perked up
as Katy brushed past him. She heard him inhale sharply as she walked past,
probably to get a whiff of her perfume. She was used to that.
Several minutes later, Katy came out of the changing room. Josh was near
the door to the alcove, chatting with the man. The other changing rooms were
now empty so Katy guessed the man's wife was looking for more clothes to try
on. Katy was embarrassed to be forced to discuss the garment in front of this
strange man.
"It fits," she said to Josh, almost whispering it to him while trying to avoid
the man's gaze. She wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.
"Pardon me?" Josh's voice was loud and mean. She understood.
"This fits fine, master." She cringed as she said the words. She was
painfully aware of the change in the man's posture when he heard those words.
What had Josh told him about her, she wondered?
"I don't care if it fits you stupid bitch. I need to know how it looks on you.
Go put it back on and then come out and model it for us. By the way, this is
Jack. He'd like to see how you look in it
too." Katy's face turned scarlet. She couldn't believe this was happening.
Shaking with nervousness and humiliation, she returned to the cubicle where
she quickly changed back into the flimsy outfit. Looking in the mirror, she
realized that she might just as well be walking out there naked. Her nipples and
her pubic hair were clealrly discernable through the sheer material. Nervous
goose bumps covered her upper chest and arms and, to her dismay and shame,
her nipples were at their most erect, pressing lewdly against the cloth.
Screwing up her courage, she returned to face the two males.
They waited for her, leaning against the wall of the alcove, opposite her
cubicle. She stood in front of them without speaking for many long seconds as
their eyes devoured her body. Katy was alarmed to notice a growing bulge in
Jack's trousers. She felt utterly degraded and humiliated but resisted the
impulse to cover her breasts and pussy. She knew that would be both pointless
and risky.
"Walk around a little Katy. Let's see how it looks when you jiggle." Josh
and the man both smiled at this crudity. She obeyed, walking in small circles
in the confines of the tiny alcove, trying as much as she dared to mimic the
moves of the models she had seen on TV. She sincerely wanted to please Josh
at this point so that this humiliating torture could end quickly. She walked and
posed for what seemed like an eternity, barefoot and mostly naked in front of
these two lecherous men.
"Whatcha think?" Josh asked the man, finally.
"Wow," was Jack's critical review.
"Do you think her nipples show through enough?"
"Oh yeah, they sure do," Jack replied honestly. "She sure is a beauty," he
continued. "Those are the most perfect legs I've ever seen and those tits, my
God they're sexy."
"Yeah, whatever." Josh said. "But I think the nipples don't show good
enough." Josh was holding the purchases from the other stores. Pulling out the
lipstick, he handed it to Katy. "Here," he said. "Put this on. Oh, and put some
on your lips, too." Taking the lipstick, Katy did not at first understand what he
meant but then suddenly realized what he was telling her to do. She felt very
faint as she resignedly returned to the cubicle. She had a little trouble putting
the lipstick on because her fingers were shaking so much. She carefully
covered each nipple with the bright red lipstick and then did her lips. She felt
and looked like a whore, she thought. How much worse will this get, she
wondered.
When she came back out she was met by two wide grins. They evidently
approved of the cosmetic touch. Katy's blushes added even more red to the
presentation. At that moment, the man's wife returned to the dressing room
area, walking straight in to the alcove but stopping with a shock when she saw
Katy. She said nothing but her face spoke volumes. She was clearly disgusted
with what she saw, giving Katy a look that accused her of being the worst kind
of slut and then throwing a distinctly unpleasant glance toward her now meek
looking husband. Katy backed away as the woman pushed past her to the
cubicle, her fingers clutching a modest flannel nightgown. Jack now looked
very unhappy but Josh seemed in good spirits.
"Looks great Katy, we'll take it. Too bad we don't have more time to shop
but we gotta get going. Give me the outfit and i'll take it to the cashier while
you get dressed." Katy breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness they were
finally getting out of this store. She turned to go back to the cubicle but Josh
stopped her.
"What are you doing?", he asked.
"I'm going to take off the lingeree, like you said, master. I'll pass it to you
over the top of the door."
"Just take it off right here. It'll be quicker." Katy felt sick. The lingerie
wasn't much cover but at least it was something. Now he wanted her to strip
naked for him and for this strange man, who was now becoming visibly
aroused again. She decided it would be best to do it quickly before the woman
came out or anyone else showed up. Blushing, she slipped out of the garment.
She tried to cover herself with it as she stepped toward Josh. In his usual
unhelpful manner he made no move to take it from her.
"Put it back on the hanger and put it on that hook over there," he said
pointing to a hook on the wall near the entrance to the alcove. Her fingers were
shaking terribly but somehow she managed to fumble the garment back onto
the hanger as she stood naked in front of them. She had never in her life felt so
exposed and naked. Then she realized that putting the hanger on the hook
would place her naked form right in the open door to the alcove. Again, better
to do it quickly, she thought. But just as she reached up to the hook, she
glanced into the store to see a man moving around a rack of clothes right into
her line of sight. Much to his delight, he was presented with a perfect view of
her naked, lipstick enhanced body. Katy quickly jumped back into the cubicle
and hurriedly put her comfortable, safe clothes back on. She felt intense
humiliation.
When she finally screwed up the courage to emerge, Jack was still there
waiting for his frumpy wife. Though fully clothed now, Katy could not help
blushing again as she passed him.
"Have a nice evening, miss," he said. Katy didn't answer but went quickly
to find Josh. He found her instead and handed her another garment. Katy
examined it, grateful to see it was not another see-through lingeree item.
"It's just like that one over there," Josh told her, pointing to a skin tight knit
dress displayed on a nearby mannequin. "I guessed at your size. Is that right?"
Katy looked at the dress. This was actually nice, she thought. Perhaps a little
more slinky than she was used to wearing but she had the body for it so that
was okay. And the design was quite tasteful too, solid gray, sleeveless for
summer, and just above the knee.
"This is fine, master."
"Good. Pay for the dress and the lingerie and let's get going."
"Yes, master," she replied almost instinctively now. After paying for the
items, she followed Josh back through the mall. He stopped near the food court.
"Katy, listen carefully. Go into the ladies room over there and change into
the dress. You can wear your sneakers too but nothing else. No underwear.
Also," and here he pulled out a small pocket knife, "I want you to shorten the
length. I want you to make it a very, very short skirt. Got it?"
"Yes, master," she answered, very, very unhappily.
"If it's not short enough when you come out I'll make you go back in and
cut it some more, so do it right the first time otherwise we'll be here all night."
"I understand, master."
"Good. There's more. Put on the collar and the leash too." Katy's eyes
grew wide. Oh my God, she thought, not that. But she knew she had no
choice. She would have to obey. Better to get it over with and get out. She
was at least relieved that she had not seen anyone she knew in the mall so far.
She hoped her luck would hold now when she needed it most.
"Yes, master." She took the bags and went into the ladies room, emerging
several minutes later into the food court, clutching the shopping bag which now
contained her own regular clothes. She realized that Josh must have had her
change in that room because she would then be forced to walk back through the
most crowded section of the mall. All eyes seemed to be on her as she moved
hastily past the tables of mall diners. This was almost worse than being naked
in front of the changing room guy, she thought. She knew her outfit was
horribly scandalous. She had misjudged with the knife, and had accidently cut
the dress too short at the very first attempt. She had all she could do to pull it
down far enough to cover her butt and her pussy. It was awful, she knew.
Besides that, without a bra, her breasts happily jiggled and bounced under the
stretch fabric as she walked. And as a final degradation, the leash, hanging
down in front by that repulsive black collar, knocked noisily against her knees
at each step. She made quite a show as she made her way through the crowd to
rendezvous with Josh at the end of the food court. At one point she felt a large,
heavy hand slip under her dress and grab her naked butt. Not looking back she
pulled the dress down and hurried on. She was very relieved when she finally
reached Josh.
"Please master, let's get out of here," she begged.
"Sure, since you asked so nicely. It's time to go anyway. Give me the bag
and let me look at you." Josh smiled as he looked her over. Grinning broadly,
he said, "Well, Katy, we sure can't get that skirt any shorter than that. You did
great. One thing, though, those sneakers just don't go good with that dress.
Better to go barefoot. Take em off." With great difficulty, Katy managed to
untie the shoes and slip them off without exposing herself as she stooped down.
She sort of half-knelt, half-squatted and quickly untied the laces. The leash
chain rattled loudly on the mall tiles and she could sense the stares of the
passersby as she struggled. Finally her shoes were off and Josh took them from
her.
"Okay, now let's go. I'll carry the bags. I want you to put your hands
behind your back as though they were handcuffed together. Hold your right
wrist in your left hand. Yes, that's good. Now don't you dare let your wrist go
until I say so. Understood?"
"Yes, master." Josh then took up the end of the leash and to Katy's extreme
embarrassment pulled her out of the mall. She could not bear to look at the
people as she walked. She just hoped that no one would recognize her. She
could feel the hem of the skirt ride up as she walked. Josh was walking so fast
that she had to take long strides to keep up and this made the hem move up
more. Several times she saw from the corner of her eye a man or a boy looking
at her crotch. She did not dare to look down but she guessed that she was very
exposed there. Luckily they made it out of the mall without incident and were
soon back in her car.
"You did very well tonight, slave. I'm happy," Josh told her. He said
nothing else, though, as they drove toward his home. Finally they reached his
neighborhood and he directed her to stop, as before, near the little park at the
end of his street. It was almost 10pm.
"Tomorrow is Saturday. I don't have school so we'll have all day together.
I'll begin your slave training tomorrow. Pick me up right here at 8am. No
later. When you get here I want you to have your collar and leash on. And also
shorts and a t-shirt. No underwear, naturally. When you sleep tonight, you will
sleep naked except for the collar and leash." Josh got out of the car and told her
to go home.
"But master. You have all the bags, still. My clothes and shoes are in
there. I can't go into the house looking like this."
"You're right, Katy. You can take off the collar and leash. Here's a bag to
carry them in. The dress looks fine. I'll keep your clothes. Good night."
"Good night, master." Katy had learned many new things tonight. One of
these was an awareness of how far her limits could be expanded. She would
learn much more about her limits tomorrow, she guessed.
Part 4
Katy awoke in her own familiar bed in her own familiar bedroom. She
opened her eyes and in that half-awake dream state everything seemed normal
but also very odd. She tried to remember what day it was and what she had to
do today. Then with a sudden jolt of awareness she came fully awake and the
memories of the previous night came rushing back with all their humiliating
details. She could barely believe, in the bright cozy sunlight of her bedroom,
that the night before she had stripped naked in front of a strange man and had
walked through the mall dressed in a skimpy dress, lead on a leash by that
horrid boy Josh. It must have been some weird dream she thought. But in the
next instant she felt the collar around her neck and the weight of the leash
across her breast and full realization returned. It was not a dream. It really
happened. And it was just the beginning.
She sat up. Why had she put this stupid collar and leash back on as he had
commanded her? And why did she sleep naked as he had ordered? This was
confusing as well. What was she thinking last night? She could have just slept
as usual in her pyjamas and Josh would never have known the difference. Was
she losing it? Was he getting to her? She must have been really drained last
night, she concluded. Too emotionally drained. That's all. She's rested today.
That won't happen again.
She looked down at the floor near her bed. The mutilated knit dress was
there where she had dropped it last night. A pity he had made her ruin it. It
was a nice dress. She looked at the clock. Just after 7am. She jumped. She
had to get ready fast to make Josh's 8am deadline. She took off the collar and
leash and hurried into the bathroom. Half an hour later she was downstairs
eating breakfast, already dressed as Josh had instructed in shorts and t-shirt,
except that she was wearing a bra. She did not want her mother to notice her
lack of a bra at the breakfast table so she decided she would take the bra off
later.
"Mom, I'm going to be out with some friends today. I'm not sure when I'll
be home so don't wait lunch. Ok?" Katy was grateful that her mother was busy
reading the paper and was not paying very much attention to what she was
telling her.
"Sure dear, that's fine," her mother answered. It was 7:45. Katy ran back
up to her room, quickly took off her bra, stuffed the collar and leash into a bag
and was just about to leave the room when her phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Katy, this is your master."
"Yes, master?" Could it be that he was canceling their day together? What
wonderful luck.
"You can come at 8:30 to pick me up. Use the extra time to pack a lunch
for us. Whatever you have handy in the house will be fine. But no later than
8:30."
"Yes, master," she answered, but heard the dial tone before she had
finished speaking it. Okay. Have to pack food. Quickly. She ran back
downstairs. Her mother was still reading and barely noticed her as she packed
a cooler chest full of fruits and sandwiches and juices.
"Going on a picnic with your friends, dear?" her mother finally inquired.
"Yes, mom."
"Looks like a perfect day for it."
"Yup."
"You're not wearing a brassiere are you, Katherine." Damn luck, Katy
thought.
"Um, no mom. We're gonna go swimming and so I'm packing my
swimsuit and I'll put that on later." Katy knew this made no sense but
sometimes that didn't really matter with her mother.
"Okay, dear, but don't let your father see you that way. You know how he
dislikes such things."
"I know mom. I'll change right away. No prob." Katy finished her
packing and loaded up the car. She would have to push it to be at the park by
8:30. Josh was sitting there waiting for her when she pulled up to the curb at
exactly 8:30. She would have been there even earlier but she had to stop to put
on the collar and leash. She was glad that she had remembered that particular
instruction from the night before. Josh got into the car without greeting her.
She waited as he examined her.
"Ok. T-shirt and shorts. Good. Collar and leash are on. No bra. Unzip
and open your shorts a little so I can see if you got panties on." Katy did as she
was told, opening the shorts to expose her brown tuft of pubic hair.
"Very good, Katy. You may leave them open like that for now." he told
her. He then grabbed the leash, about a foot below where it was snapped onto
the collar, and pulled her toward him. He kissed her lips softly. This actually
startled Katy. She suddenly realized that up to now he had not even touched
her, though he had had many opportunities. Perhaps that would change today,
she wondered. Anxiety crept back into her mind and she tried not to think
about what crazy plans he might have for her this day.
"Now let's get going. We have a long day ahead of us. Get onto the
interstate going north."
"Yes, master." Within five minutes, they were driving north on the
highway and after only a few miles Josh instructed her to pull into the rest area.
"Take off your clothes." Katy looked around. The rest area was nearly
empty at this time of the day. She slipped out of her jeans and t-shirt and Josh
threw them into the back seat. Katy felt very odd at the touch of the car seat
against her pussy. In spite of herself she was becoming aroused.
"Sneakers too," Josh said. These too were deported to the back seat.
"Okay. Let's go," Josh ordered and they pulled back onto the highway. Josh
opened the sun roof.
"Master, please. It's too cold still. Maybe later when it warms up?"
"Shut up slut," was his response. Katy looked at him. For some reason,
instead of being angry she felt her feelings hurt. What was happening to her?
"There!!", Josh shouted suddenly. Now she knew why she had stripped.
Josh pointed to a big 18-wheeler. It was ahead of them on their left. A man's
tanned, hairy arm could be seen in the open, passenger-side window. "Catch
up to them, Katy. Let him see your body." Josh seemed nearly gleeful. He
clearly likes this type of thing, she thought unhappily. This would be a very
long summer.
The little car quickly pulled up alongside the truck and Katy kept the speed
constant to stay directly next to the passenger side window. At first the trucker
did not notice the little car. When he did look down, though, he became very
enthusiastic. Katy had to keep her eyes on the road, so Josh kept her informed
of her audience's behavior. With the window down on Katy's side and with the
sun roof open as well, the trucker had a clear view of her entire naked body.
Josh waved to the man who gratefully waved back. Josh held up the leash to
make sure he saw that too. The man gave him a big thumb's up, grinning
broadly. Josh could tell the man was relaying information back to the driver.
Katy was glad she was driving. She could keep her eyes on the road and
try to mentally block out this degrading scenario. "Hey, cool," Josh said, after
several minutes. "He's got a camera."
"He's going to take my picture?" asked Katy in dismay.
"He already did I think," Josh replied. "Quite a few, it looks like."
Omigod, thought Katy. Please let this end. Meanwhile Josh gave a thumb's up
to the trucker, encouraging him to take more pictures. A few minutes later, the
truck accelerated away from them and the man signaled Josh to follow. Within
a mile they pulled into another rest area. Obeying Josh, Katy parked her car
next to the truck. Immediately the two truckers jumped out, greeting Katy and
Josh as though they were old buddies.
The driver, when he caught sight of Katy, said, "Son of a bitch, Pete, you
weren't kidding, this bitch is a beauty all right."
"How you doin' little lady? My name's Pete, this is my partner Carl," said
the man who had been on the passenger side of the truck. The two men were
now standing next to Katy's door and were ogling her through the open window
and sun roof. Katy was rigid with fright. She did not want to imagine what
these men might be capable of doing. She was acutely aware that they were
parked at the end of the large parking lot with no other vehicles nearby. In fact,
the huge truck blocked the line of sight between her car and the rest of the
parking lot and the building. No one would see her plight if these men decided
to do anything bad to her. She kept her eyes straight ahead and did not speak in
answer to their greetings. Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. Josh
broke the brief silence.
"Hey guys!"
"Hi kid. We like your friend a lot. Say, how old are you anyway, boy?
You look like a pretty young fella." This was the driver who spoke to Josh.
"Old enough, right?" Josh replied amicably, avoiding a direct answer.
"Your friend here's kinda quiet. Don't she like us?"
"It's her first time doing this. I guess she's just shy," answered Josh.
"She sure is pretty," said Carl. "How's about she gets out of the car so we
can see her better?" Katy cringed at this suggestion. Turning to Josh, her face a
grimace of pleading, she whispered to him. "Please. Let's get out of here.
Please."
Josh looked to the two men. "Katy says if you've got a couple of minutes
she'd be glad to get out so you can see her better. No problem. She's a teeny
bit shy though, so maybe you should help her get out." In spite of her efforts at
stoicism, Katy quietly shed a tear as one of the truckers opened her car door
and pried her fingers from the wheel. In a second she stood on the asphalt,
barefoot and naked except for her collar and leash. Josh also got out of the car
and took his place next to the two men.
"Stand up straight, Katy. Show them how nice your tits stick out," said
Josh. Katy obeyed, comprehending the hopelessness of her situation. She
stared blankly at nothing, avoiding eye contact with the three as she felt them
thoroughly explore her body with their eyes. Her tears returned.
"What's with the leash, kid?" asked Carl. "You two into the kinky stuff?"
"Katy's my slave." The two men went wide-eyed at this simple response.
"Whoa, now there's a lucky fella. I wish my daddy had bought me toys
like this when I was your age," said Carl. The two truckers laughed loudly.
"Say, kid," Carl continued, his eyes still on Katy as he spoke, "how's about
you be a good sport and let me and Pete have a little fun with Katy here. Just a
little quicky for each of us. How `bout it? We got a real comfy bed up behind
the cab." Katy was in agony. After all he had done to her so far, she fully
expected Josh to let her be raped by these vulgar men. She felt faint, standing
there in the sun. She hoped that they did not have some foul disease. At least
she was on the pill. Thank goodness for that, at least.
"Sorry, mister," Josh answered. "Can't share her. Not today anyway. But,
look, if you guys come through this way a lot you can give me your phone
number and maybe we can arrange for you to fuck her next time." A reprieve,
thought Katy.
"Yeah, that's cool, kid," Carl answered. "We don't want to be pushy. Most
times people don't follow us into the rest stop like you did. Appreciate it."
"Tell you what," Carl continued, "you got e-mail? You can e-mail us
sometime. We got our own trucker's website too, where we put our flasher
pictures. Would it be okay if we put your girl's pic on it?" For the next few
minutes, as Katy waited patiently, the three males happily exchanged e-mail
addresses and URL's. Carl announced that if he could take a few more shots of
Katy he would devote an entire page to her on the website. Josh informed Katy
that she should feel honored and that she could tell all her friend's back at
college to look for her special page on the web. He and the truckers laughed at
this and Pete got the camera ready. "Good thing we got some extra rolls of
film," he said.
For the next half hour the two men took many pictures of Katy, placing her
in a wide variety of humiliatingly erotic poses. In the last few shots, they stood
on each side of Katy as Josh took the pictures. "These'll look great in your
website," Josh announced. Finally they had enough pictures. Pete and Carl
thanked Josh enthusiastically for the impromptu photo shoot and started to say
their goodbyes.
"Wait a minute, guys," Josh said. "Katy would like to thank you for taking
her picture." Turning to Katy he said, "Katy, give them each a nice kiss." Katy
reminded herself how much worse this might have been and answered, "yes,
master." Then she stepped toward Carl. Grinning delightedly, Carl put his arms
around Katy and pressed his lips against hers. Katy was repulsed by the foul
smell of the man's breath and the greasy feel of his whiskers but did not pull
away from his attentions. As his lips lingered on hers and his tongue slipped
into her mouth, Katy felt his huge, rough hands pressing into her naked
buttocks, pulling her slim body against him. Carl placed Katy's arms around
his neck, forcing her to her tiptoes to keep her lips on his. She dared not pull
away without permission. Sliding his hands up along her waist, Carl genty
squeezed and fondled Katy's breasts, pinching and tweaking the nipples.
Sensing Josh's approval, he continued fondling Katy's naked body, massaging
her pussy, kneading her breasts, squeezing her buttocks, kissing her soft
nipples. By this time Katy was again in tears from the humiliation.
She stood limply as the next man took his turn. Pete did not bother with
the pretext of a kiss at first but dove right into feeling her up. After thoroughly
man-handlng her perfect breasts, he inserted two fingers deep into her pussy,
probing, massaging, squeezing. Much to her dismay and embarrassment, Katy
began to react to this attention with an increased flow of secretions to her
vagina and a noticeable change in her posture. Instead of standing rigidly, her
body involuntarily moved in usison with the man's manipulations. Oh God, no,
she thought, don't let me lose control. Her fingers dug into the man's upper
arms as she steadied herself. She tried to pull herself off of the man's thrusting
fingers but only succeeded in giving herself more stimulation. She was going
to orgasm she realized and she wanted it! She felt like a slut but did not care.
She wanted this orgasm. Seconds later her lithe frame bucked and spasmed
against Pete's hand, her breasts jiggling wildly. Then it was over. Peter
withdrew his fingers and sniffed them happily. Katy slumped to the ground,
exhausted and shamed.
For several seconds, Katy just sat on the hot pavement, her weight on her
right thigh and her right hand. Too mortified to face her tormenters, she stared
at the ground, still breathing heavily. She could not imagine how she must look
to them. Naked and collared in a public parking lot, flushed from an orgasm.
What was happening to her? Then she felt the warm liquid strike against her
belly and legs. Rain? She looked down in shock as more spurts of hot semen
splattered over her. Oh God please not that too, she thought.
Unknown to Katy, while Pete had been enjoying his "kiss", Carl, inspired
by the show, had started masturbating behind her. He reached orgasm a few
seconds after Katy had dropped to the ground and he directed his output to her
torso and legs. Meanwhile Pete wasted no time and was soon ejaculating in
gushers as well. Josh called her name. Involuntarily, she looked up just in time
to receive a long streamer of semen across her face, into her eye, across her
lips, and over her hair and ears. Pete finished his large load on her upper chest
and breasts.
"Wow, cool," proclaimed Josh.
"Oohh, gross." said Katy. She started to wipe the semen out of her left eye
but Josh stopped her. "Leave it there, Katy. It looks nice." The two truckers,
now sated, left quickly after they and Josh confirmed their plans to
communicate later for a second tryst. As the truck pulled away, Katy and Josh
got back into the car. Josh let her put her t-shirt back on but did not let her
clean or even disturb the cum that now dripped down her face, torso, and legs.
He directed her to pull back onto the highway.
"Master, can I please go home now," Katy begged.
"Go home? No. We have a long day ahead of us and we haven't even
started it yet. Our exit is not far." Katy suppressed a tear. A dribble of cum
slid down from her nose and onto her upper lip. She could smell the musky
odor of it as she inhaled.
"Okay, Katy. This is our exit. We're almost there."
Part 5
Following Josh's instructions, Katy pulled off the highway at the next exit.
At the end of the exit ramp, Josh told her to turn left and for several minutes
they drove on a quiet country highway, warm sun pouring into the car through
the open sun roof. Katy knew this area somewhat. Lots of farms along this
road. She thought she remembered coming here, when she was much younger,
with her parents and some other families for a church picnic. She looked down
at herself. There was still some sticky cum drying on the top of her thigh. Her
t-shirt felt like it was glued to her chest from the semen splattered over her
breasts. For the first time since leaving the rest area she peeked into the mirror.
There was cum all over her forehead and in her hair. A big thick glob of it still
nestled in one of her ears. This did not feel like another church picnic, Katy
mused. In spite of her anxiety and disgust at her predicament, the idea made
her smile.
"Katy?", said Josh finally. This was the first he had spoken since leaving
the highway.
"Yes, master?"
"Let's repeat your lesson from last night. I want you to learn this by heart.
Katy, are you my slave?"
"Yes, master."
"Say it."
"I am your slave, master."
"And you will obey my every command?"
"I will obey your every command, master."
"Are you my property?"
"I am your property, master."
"Ok. Now repeat it by yourself."
"I am your slave, master. I will obey your every command. I am your
property."
"Good. One more time, with feeling."
"I am your slave, master. I will obey your every command. I am your
property," Katy repeated the lines, trying somehow to make herself sound
sincere.
"That's not bad, Katy. We can practice more later on."
"Yes, master."
"You're really a stinking mess, you know it? Do you like driving around
covered in cum?" Katy barely restrained her temper. Perhaps he wanted a
pretext to punish her, she thought.
"Yes master. I'm a stinking mess. But I don't really like staying this way,"
she added hopefully.
"Well, I don't care what you like. What you like or don't like is not
important. But I sure ain't gonna touch you while you're still covered in trucker
cum." A mixed blessing, thought Katy.
"I know a place up ahead where you can get cleaned up. I'll let you know
when to slow down." A few minutes later they pulled off the road into a small
gravel parking lot. A half-dozen cars were already parked there, in the shade of
an adjoining wood. There was no one in sight.
"There's a really great swimming hole here. Let's go for a dip. You can
clean yourself up in the brook."
Here we go again, Katy, thought. "Master, I didn't bring a swimsuit."
"Jeez, Katy, you sure are a slow learner. Just take off the collar and leash
and you'll be fine in the t-shirt. It's a real informal swimming hole."
"May I please wear my shorts too, master."
"Nope. Let's go." This was awful, Katy thought. Her t-shirt was not very
long. Long enough perhaps, but just barely so. As she followed him down the
wooded trail, careful of her bare feet on the pebbles and sticks, she could hear
the sound of adults and children playing in the water. Her mood, already
dismal, was plummeting fast. The short trail to the brook came out of the
woods at a small rocky cliff above the swimming area. From there Josh and
Katy had a good view of the swimmers before they noticed them. There were
at least two families with young kids and an assortment of teenagers and older
people, about 15 people in all. The actual swimming area was small. This
number of people seemed to be about the maximum for comfort. Katy noticed a
pair of teenage boys across the stream who were jumping into the water from
an overhanging tree. Seemingly the water was deep enough in spots for diving
and jumping.
The only way to the water was to walk past the group of people relaxing on
the sandy bank. At first no one really noticed them as they carefully threaded
their way around blankets, water toys, and picnic coolers. Katy tried valiantly
to pull the hem of her t-shirt down without also making it obvious that she was
not wearing underwear. Josh walked ahead of Katy who followed close
behind, trying to hide behind him as much as she could. As they passed one
lady, a young mother assembling lunch for a toddler on the sand next to her,
she looked up from her work to smile in greeting to Josh and then turned to
Katy to greet her as well. Katy was unnerved when the young mother's smiling
face converted immediately to one of wide-eyed shock at the sight of her. Katy
realized that the woman was looking at the splatters of dried cum still very
visible in her hair and around her face. The woman's husband must have
noticed his wife's change in expression also because he immediately followed
her gaze to Katy's face. His expression changed too, but to one of amused
curiosity. The man's scrutiny continued down her body, his eyebrows rising
stupidly at the sight of her lovely tanned legs barely covered by the sticky t-
shirt. With great relief, Katy reached the water and quickly submerged herself
in the cold, concealing stream.
Josh took off his sneakers and t-shirt and plunged into the water in his cut-
off shorts. Katy tiptoed her way into the middle of the stream, heading for
deeper water. Josh swam over to her.
"Katy, you can go down to that spot over there and clean off," he told her
pointing to a pool a little ways downstream from the main area. "I'm gonna
jump off the tree a couple of times." With that he swam away and climbed out
on the other side of the stream, under the big jumping tree. Within seconds he
had joined the other two boys in their sport.
Gratefully, Katy moved away from the crowd and got to work scrubbing
off the remnants of the truckers' amorous attentions. She was fairly successful,
though it took persistence to get all of the dried semen out of her hair, with only
cold water and no soap. Josh rejoined her just as she was coming up for air
from a final rinsing. He wasn't alone, which somehow did not surprise Katy.
"Katy, this is Mike. Mike, this is my slave, Katy." Mike looked younger
than Josh, perhaps thirteen, possibly fourteen.
"Hey," said Mike.
"Hi," answered Katy. Mike looked a little disappointed. "How do I know
she's your slave? You're just crazy," he said to Josh.
"Well, duck down underwater and take a look at her pussy," Josh
suggested.
"Her pussy??" Mike's interest was re-enkindled at the sound of this sacred
word. The next instant his head disappeared underwater and emerged after
several seconds, blowing water and grinning widely. "Holy shit, wow, man," he
exclaimed. Katy guessed Mike was setting personal records for eloquence
today. Teenage boys were so incredibly tiresome. But this was becoming very
humiliating as well. Josh's eyes met Katy's. He seemed to communicate both
reproach and encouragement.
"Would you like to see her tits too?"
"Are you for real? Course, yes!!" replied Mike, with none of the usual
teenage attitude of cool aloofness. Katy presumed that these would be the first
breasts Mike had ever seen in person. Josh had also classified Mike as a virgin
when he had met him on the stream bank and had decided to give him a treat.
Josh knew that the kid might never again have another chance to see such a
perfect female body up close. Watching his new slave washing herself in the
stream below, Josh had felt suddenly magnanimous toward his unluckier
brethren and so had offered to let Mike have a "peek" at his slave girl. Mike
had been incredulous but figured he had nothing to lose by going along with it.
Mike was now a believer.
"Slave, duck down in the water so nobody else can see you and then lift up
your t-shirt for Mike," instructed Josh. Katy reluctantly obeyed, answering
"yes, master."
"‘Yes, master', wow, cool," said Mike before dunking his head below
surface. He came up spluttering after an heroically long time holding his
breath.
"Can I touch?" he asked, gasping for breath. "Sure," replied Josh. Katy
winced. For the next several minutes, Katy endured the humiliation of having
her breasts, nipples, buttocks, genitals, belly, and thighs variously touched,
prodded, massaged, pinched, and thoroughly explored by the young boy.
Finally he stopped.
"We gotta go, Mike," said Josh. "I'll see you later, okay?" Katy wondered
if that was a rhetorical "later" or if Josh had something further planned for
Mike. She resolved to risk his displeasure by asking him later. She certainly
hoped this would be the last she would see of Mike.
"Yeah, sure," replied Mike. "Oh! And thanks, guy. She sure is a babe."
Josh and Katy started back upstream toward the clearing where the other
swimmers were lounging and eating their picnic foods.
"Oh, shit!!!!" exclaimed Katy. She had suddenly comprehended that she
was about to emerge from the water to become the instant default winner of the
wet t-shirt contest. She looked down into the water. The thin t-shirt was
practically transparent. He did it to me again she thought, the little devil.
"Please, master," she started to beg, "can we please go down further and
into the woods that way?" Katy made an instinctive attempt to put on her
prettiest, poutiest, most irresistible face. This face, when used on the males in
her life, had, on many occasions, dissolved the most formidable obstacles to her
wishes. But not this time.
"Nope," was Josh's reply. "We're going back through the beach. Now
walk ahead of me. I wanna see the reactions." Josh giggled. Katy whined.
They emerged from the water and, with Katy in the lead, walked briskly past
the picnickers. By the stares and stolen glances from the people on the beach,
Katy knew that her physical assets were easily visible. In fact, her breasts
bounced freely, pasted to the shirt, her dark nipples clearly outlined and
protruding. One poor fellow happened to look up from his magazine just as
Katy reached him and came face to face with the wet outline of her pubic hair
as she scampered past. He blinked, more than a little confused. Katy finally
stepped past them all and literally ran up the trail and back into the woods, with
Josh close behind.
Back at the car, Josh asked her, "now wasn't that kinda fun, Katy?"
"No, it was not fun, master, there were little kids there. They saw me
naked, just about."
"Better get used to things like this, Katy, because as my slave you will
have to do more than that. Got it?" Josh seemed unhappy with Katy's
response.
"Yes, master. I understand, master," she replied, trying to mollify him.
"Let's go. It's getting late and I'm getting hungry."
"My new car, master. The seats will get all wet."
"Not a problem. I came prepared." Josh reached into the back seat of the
car and pulled out the large backpack and he had thrown in there when he had
met her in the morning. He pulled out two towels. From one of them fell a
bikini swimsuit.
"Master?? There was a swimsuit all along." Katy pouted.
"Yeah, but you'll wear it when I want you to, not when you want to." Katy
helped him cover the seats with the towels and they were on their way again.
"How much further master?" Katy asked him after they had been driving
for about 20 minutes.
"It's just up ahead. Turn right here. Left." Katy pulled onto a dusty old
farm road and drove up a hill. They drove past a large hay field. Over the crest
of the hill stood an old barn, empty and dilapidated.
"Drive up to the barn," Josh instructed. Josh carried the cooler of food and
Katy the backpack as they entered the old building. Katy flinched several times
on the way in as she stepped hard on sharp rocks in the road. Inside the barn it
was quiet and cool with the sweet smell of old hay permeating the dusty
interior. Though mostly unused, the barn was still structurally sound. Huge
wooden beams supported a second story which extended through half of the
barn's interior space. Josh put the cooler down next to an interior wall. Katy set
the pack next to it.
"Whose barn is this?" she asked.
"What did you say?" Katy jumped at the tone in his voice.
"Forgive me master. I meant, whose barn is this, master?"
"It belongs to the father of one of my friends. I've been here a lot of times.
Nobody is going to be coming here. Least not today. Just us." As he spoke,
Josh opened his pack again and started emptying it, spreading its contents on
the hay-covered floor. Katy began to get alarmed. There were things that
looked liked whips, also belts, chains, handcuffs, and other items she did not
recognize but that did not look pleasant. Josh selected two items that Katy
concluded were the world's ugliest bracelets and motioned to her to offer her
wrists. They were heavy, leather, padded with a soft sheepskin. When he had
locked them onto her wrists he told her to try to remove them. She could not.
They were too tight to fit over her hands, but not tight enough to hurt. She
could not simply unbuckle them because the buckles were locked with tiny
padlocks. With another, larger, padlock, he locked the two bracelets together in
front of her. Josh put the keys in his pocket. He led her to a spot in the center
of the barn and there he tied her ankles together with handcuffs. The keys to
these were also pocketed. Walking to the side wall he took up a heavy rope
which Katy realized was attached to a big pulley located precisely above her
head. Josh let the other end of the rope descend toward her. Katy watched
mesmerized as a large iron hook slowly dropped. When it was at her eye level,
Josh tied off the pulley rope again and returned to her side. With a short belt he
attached the wrist cuffs to the hook. Then, with a few quick pulls on the pulley
rope, Josh hoisted Katy into the air, suspended by her wrists. Her toes brushed
useless across the hay just below her feet.
Katy was surprised at the sensation of helplessness produced by this form
of confinement. Uncomfortable, humiliating, degrading, and deliciously
exciting. The feeling of vulnerability was extreme. Her senses swam in
confusion. What was happening to her? She tried to regain her control, her
perspective. Josh let the rope out a few inches. Katy's toes touched solid wood.
The strain on her wrists relaxed. Not so bad, Katy thought. Kind of
interesting, in fact. Josh returned to her side, then stood in front of her. He was
holding a huge knife
Keys: blackmail bond
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